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AI art "Anal is so romantic"
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Anal is so romantic

cef_ultra
AI art 'Parda's Date Night' with user description 'Cyndel Vale pulled up to @parda with a sultry smile. The night air was cool against her skin as they parked in a secluded spot just off the road. She'd been teasing him the whole drive over, crossing and uncrossing her legs, letting her hand brush against his thigh. This sex date was exactly what he craved—raw, spontaneous, and filthy. "Come here," she purred, pulling him close by his shirt. Parda's hands were on her immediately, cupping her full, heavy breasts through the thin fabric. He squeezed them greedily, feeling her nipples harden under his palms. Cyndel moaned softly, arching her back to press them harder into his grip. "Mmm, you like that?" With a wicked grin, she tugged down her blouse in one smooth motion. Parda groaned at the sight, his cock already straining against his pants as he stared. She unzipped him eagerly. His thick dick sprang out, hard and throbbing. Cyndel wrapped her soft, warm breasts around his shaft, squeezing them together tightly for a deep, slippery titfuck. "Fuck my tits, baby," she whispered, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. Parda thrust between them, groaning as her soft flesh milked him. After a few minutes of that heavenly pressure, Cyndel switched it up. She took him into her mouth, sucking his dick with wet, sloppy enthusiasm—bobbing her head, swirling her tongue around the shaft, and taking him deep until her lips kissed his base. "Outside," she gasped, pulling back with a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She stood and bent over the hood of the car, hiking up her dress to reveal her bare, dripping pussy. Parda didn't hesitate. He slammed into her from behind, fucking her hard and deep right there in the open air. Cyndel's moans grew louder as he pounded her, one hand reaching around to grope her swinging tits. He grabbed a fistful of her long hair, yanking her head back as he thrust faster. "Yes! Pull it harder," she cried, pushing back against him. The intense rhythm sent waves of pleasure through her until Parda tensed up, burying himself deep and cumming hard inside her while gripping her hair like reins. As he started to pull out, still pulsing, Cyndel spun around and squatted down gracefully. She took his slick cock back into her mouth, sucking and stroking the last drops of his load from him, swallowing every bit with a satisfied hum. She licked him clean, then looked up with a playful smile, wiping her lips. "Mmm, that was a good time, Parda. Thanks for the hot fuck." She stood up, adjusting her dress casually. "Now... what's your friend @warmicestudios' number? I think I'd like to see what he can do next." @peterco @zuzul @cef_ultra @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @blackhairedstudent @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn @hollenwulf @casca_kirei-onna'
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Parda's Date Night

octavian
AI art "Cherry Bomb: After-Hours Training. 🏫🏀🍒"
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Cherry Bomb: After-Hours Training. 🏫🏀🍒

cef_ultra
AI art 'selfie'
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selfie

jlixard
AI art "Poolside peachy girl Mariana"
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Poolside peachy girl Mariana

parda
AI art 'The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤' with user description 'The final bell rang hours ago. The hallways are ghosts, the janitor’s keys are jingling three floors down, and the smell of floor wax and old books is the only thing left in the air. Or so the school thinks. ​Nana-cha was never one for following the syllabus, and tonight, she’s teaching a very different kind of subject. Locked in the back of the lecture hall, the distance between 'classmates' and 'something more' has completely evaporated. ​They’ve sat two seats apart all semester, exchanging nothing but notes and the occasional lingering glance during the afternoon slump. But now, the pretense is gone. Every muffled breath is a gamble against the silence; every creak of a desk feels like a siren. She’s turned the most boring room in the building into a high-voltage sanctuary. Nana-cha: (Whispering close to his ear) "Listen... do you hear that? The janitor’s keys, at the far end of the hall." ​Classmate: "We should go, Nana. If we get caught here..." ​Nana-cha: (With a playful, defiant smirk) "That’s exactly what makes it fun, isn't it? Just stay still. If you keep quiet, I promise this will be the most important lesson you learn all semester... And trust me... it’s not on the exam.""'
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The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤

cef_ultra
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)

octavian
AI art "Elise's Big Day"
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Elise's Big Day

dreamerofdreams
AI art "A Nightclub Memory"
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A Nightclub Memory

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'A Privat Meeting' with user description 'Linna: Good evening, @peterco I’m all yours for tonight. How do you like my outfit? The invitation came unexpectedly; I’d heard of him before—Peterco, the man who organized the legendary Panda Parties. And now I’ve piqued his interest. I hadn't expected such a luxurious apartment, but... if I play this right... I study him; he’s handsome—I could really go for that hairstyle and the beard. He swallows noticeably as his gaze travels over every inch of my body. He seems to like what he sees. He pours himself a drink and takes a deep sip. Peterco: Linna, right? I’m glad you accepted my invitation. You... look truly... enchanting. He reaches out and pulls me onto his lap. My backside settles right over his erection, and I can feel it pulsing. Peterco: Why don't you dance for me a little? A private dance! Hooked! I flash my most enchanting smile as I rise from his lap and stretch sensually against his desk; his gaze is magnetically drawn to every movement I make. The bulge in his trousers grows larger, and I can't deny that it stirs something in me. Seductively, I straddle his lap and rotate my hips, making him groan with arousal. I decide to give him a sight he won't forget. I stand over him with my legs spread and bend forward until my hands touch the floor; only the thin fabric of my panties stands between me and his gaze. I let my fingers trail over my panties; his mouth hangs open, and the desire in his eyes turns me on. I reach for his erection and slowly unbutton his shirt. The zipper slowly slides down; he can no longer hold back his arousal. I reach for his penis and take the head into my mouth, making him throw his head back. Off with the trousers—they’re just getting in the way now. My tongue plays with the underside of his glans until I slide him fully into my mouth. Our eyes meet as he pulses inside me. My free hand slips off my panties so he can... Linna: Please... do me. Without a word, he lifts me up, positions me over his penis, and slides all the way inside me. I have to pause for a moment; his head is pulsing against my cervix—what an incredible feeling. Slowly, we both start to move; I moan in time with his thrusts. I tighten my vagina, making his penis swell even more and driving him to thrust faster and harder. My arms wrap around him as my orgasm builds. I’m so close, but then he pauses mid-motion. Breathing heavily, I ask him: Linna: What’s wrong? Why are you stopping? Peterco: Would you turn around, please? I want to see your perfect ass while I fuck you. Linna: OK, but you owe me an orgasm. I turn around, and he thrusts into me again—deeper, faster, harder. I close my eyes in ecstasy as every thrust carries me closer to that promised orgasm. Our breathing quickens as we both reach the peak at the same time; his hot semen floods deep inside me, and we linger there for a few moments until the aftershocks of our orgasms subside. Slowly, he withdraws from me; I have to sit down—I’m still seeing stars. His semen flows from between my legs and drips onto the floor. His gaze rests on me. Peterco: You’re incredible. Yes, I am. @warmicestudios @parda @blackhairedstudent @barry915 @bad77 @octavian @reptorn @zuzul @cef_ultra @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @smut317 @a_casual_prompter @onlyyouprod @hollenwulf @terror2'
23

A Privat Meeting

gildenstein
AI art "Cyndel is a Bad girl! 😈"
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Cyndel is a Bad girl! 😈

bad77
AI art 'Hinako's new dress'
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Hinako's new dress

tokenoverlord
AI art "​Cherry Bomb: Glazed Challenge Completed... 🍒💦🔞"
8

​Cherry Bomb: Glazed Challenge Completed... 🍒💦🔞

cef_ultra
AI art '🌲 A Girl in the Forest, v6: Cheeky' with user description 'I got turned on by a certain cat yesterday, so I was very productive at night 😁'
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🌲 A Girl in the Forest, v6: Cheeky

peterco
AI art 'Queen of the Desert: The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'Dalia left Rivermoor by horseback, looking for the Areolan Temple, known to house the power of the Breast Vicar. She rode until the sea disappeared behind her and the land turned to dunes of sand. “This must be the Deserts of Anima,” she thought. “Perhaps I’ve gone too far.” She rode until she came upon a desert city, full of rowdy barbarians and traders. She dismounted and moved through the caravan with trepidation. “I would very much not like to end up as I did on that ship,” she thought. As she walked to the center of the tent city, she stopped as a mighty red-haired woman was on an altar, pleasuring barbarian after barbarian with her enormous tits. Dalia stared with awe as the powerful woman subdued the rowdy men with her hands and breasts. The sight made her wet with lust. Her pleasure powers warmed inside her. After wiping herself off and adjusting her clothes, the beastly woman noticed the Casi and pointed. “Who the hell are you?” She barked. “Some fancy royal come to the desert?” “I’m Princess Dalia, the Pleasure Vicar, and I’ve been sent by the king to gather the other Vicars. Who are you?” She replied. “I’m Athena, and I run this place. Welcome to the traveling city of Elvania. Vicars huh? Never heard of them.” Dalia smiled. “I’m looking for the Areolan Temple. Have you heard of that?” Athena walked up to the Princess until her massive jugs eclipsed Dalia’s perky bosom. “Maybe, but first I want to see what a Pleasurs whatever can do. I challenge you to paizuri combat.” Dalia looks curious. A titfuck contest was so primative, but Athena’s tits were massive. How could she possibly win? Still, she desperately needed the information. “If I win, you become my vassal and will pleasure the men here,” Athena said, whipping out her monster mounds. “Deal. If I win, you take me to the temple,” Dalia said, exposing her perfect, but visibly inferior breasts. They went inside the tent of one of Athena’s finest breeding bulls and began the contest. “It’s simple: Whoever makes him cum the most wins,” Athena said. She got to work, her tits enveloping his massive cock. Within a few minutes, he was blowing his load on her tits and face. “Your turn, your highness.” Athena challenged. Dalia placed the cock between her tits. She rubbed with enthusiasm. Then, her powers activated. The pleasure the man felt was immediate - it was as if his cock were deep inside the tightest cunt in the world. “FUCK!” He yelled as he exploded his nut everywhere. Dalia was covered. Athena looked shocked before laughing cheerfully. “THAT WAS AMAZING!” She squealed. “No one has ever beat me at that. Is this the power of a Vicar? I want in!” That night, Athena treated the Princess to a wild night of feasts, fellowship, and fucking. The barbarian men pleased the Queen of the Desert and the Pleasure Vicar until they went to sleep. After a nice oasis bath, the two women headed to the temple, where the power of the Vicar awaits. (@gildenstein, @bad77, @barry915, @terror2, @starima, @smut317 and @murcie got Athena the win with seven votes! Mikala and Rina tied with three votes and Madeline had zero. All will be featured and maybe some others?)'
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Queen of the Desert: The Legend of Dalia

octavian
AI art 'In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...' with user description 'No masks, no games. There’s only flesh against flesh. A raw and open conversation where honesty is the main rule. You get pleasure by giving pleasure. "No one is the master because no one is a slave"'
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In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...

warmicestudios
AI art 'Maids Service' with user description '@octavian @peterco @warmicestudios @gildenstein @cef_ultra @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @smut317 Asked if they are free use so I thought I would show what services they offer 1# - Odessa 2# - Elvina 3# - Violet Blade 4# - Lysandra 5# - Carmine 6# - Aerith 7# - Sapphira 8# - Caltine 9# - Gwyndolyn 10# - Leia Lux'
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Maids Service

zerogroupe21
AI art 'Estelle Price' with user description 'I was lost in the forest, staff in hand, jacket a little dirty from pushing through branches. "Ehehe, I'll find my way back soon!" I said cheerfully to myself, though I was starting to worry. My tomboyish energy felt out of place here alone. Then a man with an oball camera approached. He said he was a photographer wanting me to model in nature. I smiled brightly. "Scenic shots with the trees? Sure, that sounds fun! Why not?" But he meant completely naked. My face turned bright red. "W-Wait, naked?! No way! That's super embarrassing!" I stepped back, holding my staff protectively. "I'm Estelle Bright, a bracer who fights and runs around like a tomboy. People don't call me feminine or beautiful. My friends would tease me forever if they knew!" I refused at first, feeling insecure about my appearance and energetic ways. He showed a huge stack of money and promised it was only for him, no one would ever know. "You're very beautiful and feminine," he added. Those words touched my insecurities. I bit my lip, thinking how much mira could help with gear, food, and helping others. Blushing deeply, I finally accepted. "...Okay. If it's really secret, I'll do it." Hands trembling, I undressed. Jacket off, then shirt, exposing my perky breasts. Shorts and shoes followed until I was completely naked, sitting on soft grass. The cool breeze made me shiver. "This feels so weird..." The camera started clicking with every pose, making me flinch. He asked me to spread my pussy. "EHHHH?! Spread it?! That's too embarrassing! I've never done something like this!" My eyes widened in shock, cheeks burning. But I swallowed hard. "O-Okay... I'll try." Leaning back, I parted my knees and used my fingers to spread my folds open, exposing everything. Clicks filled the air while I looked away, mortified but brave. He noticed I wasn't a virgin. "Yeah... it happened once." Then he offered triple the money for sex. After lots of thought about all the good it could do, I nodded shyly. "Alright... I'll accept. Just be gentle." I knelt, holding part of the money in one hand, and took his cock in my mouth. "Like this...?" I sucked earnestly, bobbing my head, tongue swirling, saliva dripping as I stroked him. It felt strange but I kept going. Soon he laid me on my back. Pushing inside, I gasped. "Ahh! It's big..." He thrust harder, my breasts bouncing. "Nngh... hah... right there!" I moved my hips to meet him, pleasure building despite the embarrassment. Finally I cried out, cumming hard around him. He filled me deep with cum, which leaked out as he pulled away. I lay on the ground, legs spread, pussy still leaking, surrounded by a massive pile of mira – enough for every pair of slippers, all the food I could want, and more to help people. "Wow... that was intense," I murmured breathlessly with a shy smile. "Ehehe, at least it'll do a lot of good. Promise this stays secret forever." Still naked and flushed, I slowly gathered my clothes, heart racing from everything that happened.'
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Estelle Price

jigsaw_
AI art "Lamia inspired by Doggomage"
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Lamia inspired by Doggomage

zesoul
AI art 'Yumeko Bet' with user description 'The thrill hummed through my veins like the sweetest poison as I sat at that polished table in the heart of the underground casino. Ahh, what a deliciously rotten place~! A den buried beneath the city's glittering facade, where the worst kinds of men slithered—thugs, smugglers, killers with dead eyes—and at the head of it all, that slick high-end politician, smiling like a fox while enforcing his "no violence" rule. Winner takes all and leaves in peace. Perfect. I'd come here on a whim after overhearing whispers of the ultimate game: no limits, fortunes wagered on a single hand, the kind of stakes that could shatter souls. My blood sang at the thought. Normal life was so boring. This... this was ecstasy waiting to bloom. I wore my red uniform, the one that clung just right, a symbol of Hyakkaou Academy's twisted elegance. Cards danced between my fingers as we played. Hand after hand, I lost. Chips vanished. My stack dwindled to nothing. Each defeat sent sparks of maddening pleasure shooting up my spine. "More... lose more..." I whispered to myself, my cheeks flushing, thighs pressing together under the table. The men around me smirked, thinking they had me cornered. Fools. Losing like this—it was intoxicating. My heart pounded wildly, my mind reeling in that beautiful insanity only true risk could bring. The politician watched from his shadowed throne, amused. I bet everything I had left, pushing it all in with a trembling, euphoric smile. Down to zero. The rush peaked, making me dizzy with joy. "One more game," I purred, voice husky. "I'll bet... my body. For all the money on the table. Everything you have." The room fell silent. They refused at first—hesitant, glancing at their boss. How cute. As if they could resist. I slipped off my shoes slowly, letting them clatter to the floor. Then, with deliberate grace, I climbed onto the table, hiking up my skirt. Cool air kissed my skin as I spread my legs wide, revealing my extremely wet pussy, glistening with arousal from every lost hand. The thrill of exposure, of offering myself as the ultimate stake... it drove me deeper into madness. "See? I'm dripping for this game. Accept it, gentlemen~" Their eyes darkened with lust. Any sane men would. The politician gave a subtle nod. The bet was on. Cards were dealt. The final hand. I played with feigned desperation, letting the tension coil tighter. He revealed his—straight flush. Triumph flashed across his face. The others cheered. My body trembled, not with fear, but pure, twisted delight. Defeat tasted like heaven. "I accept it," I breathed, standing on the table. I peeled off my red uniform piece by piece, letting it pool at my feet. Naked, exposed, utterly vulnerable under their hungry gazes. I lay back on the felt, legs parted invitingly. "Use me. All of you." They didn't hesitate. The first man grabbed my hips, thrusting deep into my aching pussy. I moaned loudly, arching as he pounded me, every thrust amplifying the gambling high that still buzzed in my blood. Another filled my mouth, and I sucked eagerly, tongue swirling in ecstatic submission. They took turns, switching holes—pussy, ass, mouth—fucking me relentlessly on that table while the others watched, stroking themselves. Pain and pleasure blurred into one glorious storm. One came inside my cunt, hot seed flooding me; another claimed my ass, pumping until he spilled deep. They rotated, using every inch of me, grunting like animals. I came over and over, my body shaking, mind fracturing in bliss. "Yes... more... ruin me for this loss!" Cum dripped from all my holes, sticky and warm, marking me as their prize. Finally, spent and covered in their essence, I sat up slowly, a serene, unhinged smile on my lips. The men zipped up, smug and satisfied. But I reached for my hidden cards. "Royal straight flush." Silence. Then outrage. "What the—? You folded! You lost!" I laughed, soft and melodic at first, then wild, insane giggles bubbling up as I licked a stray drop of cum from my finger. My body still throbbed, leaking their loads, but the true victory surged through me like lightning. "Oh? I never said I folded, darlings. I simply... got on the table. And you all started fucking me so enthusiastically. The game continued, didn't it? Rules are rules here. No violence. Winner takes all." I gestured lazily at the massive pile of money. "This is mine now. And my body? Well, you already enjoyed your little consolation." The politician's face twisted, but he couldn't argue. The no-violence pact held. I gathered my winnings, still naked and glistening, slipping back into my uniform with deliberate slowness. The thrill of the con, the sex, the absolute domination through madness—it left me euphoric, craving the next abyss. These pathetic men thought they could break me? They only fed my addiction. As I walked out, pockets heavy and holes deliciously sore, I whispered to myself, "What a wonderful game... Let's play again soon~"'
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Yumeko Bet

jigsaw_
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